Bed Time.
Reading edition
The sunset yonder in the sunset sky, Is bright and red as any robins breast, There is no sign of bird or butterfly, The bees have given up their honey quest, The moon will soon be bringing out her light, ’Tis time for Goldenhead to say Good-night. The sun has gone to bed, so tired he; The birds, dear, do not want to sit up late. I’m very sure, that ev’ry baby bee Knows better than to say “Mamma, please wait.” So, if the birds and bees do what is right, My Goldenhead will surely say Good-night.
